My Love's a Treasure Trove

My shovel struck the box I’d buried there. I cried, recalled the love I’d felt so long Ago, a time when things were not the way They are today. I read the lines again: “My love for you will never die, my love, Be mine and let us love eternally, My heart is yours until the sodden grave.” I buried battered body, verse and box, And like those things, my heart is hidden deep Within the coldest tomb, a lonely place. I know someday my crime will be unearthed, But ‘til that day my love’s a treasure trove. Jack Horne for Linda-Marie’s Treasure Trove contest